Wilted Roses

Introduction

(A/N: This part will be the only part in first person p.o.v. the rest will be in third person p.o.v.)

My name is Virgil Quinn, God I hate my last name. I'm a 17 year old male in my junior year of highschool. Life sucks as a junior, but at least I have my friends. Only two friends though, like a loser.

First, we have Remus Anderson. I met him in kindergarten after he through some worms on the teachers. He's a pretty weird guy and talks about Jeffery Dahmer a lot. Remus loves to make dark and inaproprite jokes, and honestly they are pretty funny. All though I've known him for so long, I don't know if he has siblings or anything.

Then, we have Janus Villin. He moved here last year, and he lied to the teacher for me when I forgot to do my homework. He's also weird, not Remus weird, but he refers to himself as "Deceit" sometimes. I don't know what that's about, but honestly I could care less.

I also get along with a senior named, Patton Smith, but I wouldn't say we are friends. He refers to me as his son and sometimes makes dad jokes. He's not a bad person, I just don't know him that well.

I hate talking about myself, but I have to keep going. So, I've never really been the out going type of person. I'm always anxious about what could go wrong and sometimes I ignore everyone for days on end. I don't mean to, don't get me wrong, it just happens.

I bet you want me to describe myself, is that right reader? Sorry, I don't mean to break the fourth wall, I just wanted to know. I hope I didn't freak you out.

Anyway, I'm a 5'6" tall and I'm pretty thin. I'm like super pale with slight freckles. I cover up most of my freckles on my face with black smudged eye shadow. I have dark brown eyes and hair roots. The rest of my hair happens to be purple. I typically wear a black sweatershirt with purple plaid patches on it, black ripped skinny jeans, and black Doc Martins with purple shoe laces.

And that's enough about me.

(Third person p.o.v.)

"That's good, Virgil. I'll enjoy our next discussion. Thank you for opening up to me this time instead of just looking around like you normally do." Dr. Picani smiles.

"Yeah, um, no problem." Virgil mumbles picking at his sleeve.